Chapter 163 Master's Loving Embrace

Desperation consumed Hermit as he squirmed and wriggled within the confines of his ear-wrapped sanctuary. His scrawny body, exhausted and depleted, struggled against the overwhelming pressure, but his attempts to free himself proved futile. The memories of past torments flooded his mind, vivid and haunting, reminiscent of the agonies he endured within the confines of a locked and filthy barrel.

"Uwiee... No escape, no escape! Hermit is doomed, just like those gloomy days in the slave pits," he muttered, his heart pounding in his chest like a frantic drum.

 "Goblins chained, goblins beaten, goblins tormented... Wreee... Hermit can't bear it anymore!"

The memories of being trapped inside a dirty barrel are still fresh in his mind. 

"Urrgh... filthy barrel! The stench of feces, the filth! Hermit was a prisoner inside the stinky barrel, locked away like some vile vermin. Wreee... The pain, the despair! The darkness swallowed Hermit whole! Wreee... Can't breathe, can't escape!"

With every ounce of strength, he could muster, which was close to none, Hermit fought against the weight upon him, straining against the limits of his feeble body. He yearned to push Suzuka off, to alleviate the suffocating pressure, but his efforts were in vain. Unable to wake her from her slumber, his voice muffled and stifled against the wall of her abdominal muscles, he could only emit faint and anguished moans, a pitiful plea for help that fell upon deaf ears.

 "Ughh... mmm... s-so tight... Lemme go, Master! P-please! I-I'm bein' crushed like a beetle under a boulder! Greee!"

The weight pressed down on Hermit's delicate frame, causing his bones to creak and groan as if on the verge of surrender.

In the claustrophobic darkness beneath Suzuka's weight, the goblin's mind began to crack, his sanity slipping away like grains of sand in an hourglass.

 "No! No! Get off! Too heavy! Crushing me!" he shrieked in a wild, high-pitched voice, his words intermingling with desperate muffled gasps for air.

Overwhelmed by fear and panic, he resorted to biting into Suzuka's belly in a desperate attempt to free himself. 

"G-Grrrr! Unhand me, you big, scary human! I-I'll gnash and chomp, yesss, see if I don't! Foul human! Uuwieeee! Let Hermit go! I'll rip your belly open if you don't! Hermit's teeth are sharper than a sword! Release me! Let me go! I'll bite! I'll bite you! Gnaaargh!" Hermit squeaked in a mixture of terror and defiance.

However, his jaws were weak and his teeth rotted, rendering his efforts futile. All he managed to accomplish was leaving a mere drool mark on Suzuka's flawless skin as his tongue slithered all over her six-pack.

"Grrr... Can't breathe... Can't move... Help me... Somebody... Anybody... I'm drowning in her flesh... Suffocating... My life... Fading away..."

Amidst the bizarre struggle, Suzuka felt a gentle tickling sensation on her belly and couldn't help but chuckle softly in her dreams. 

"Hehehe... mmm... stop that, Olivia... it tickles... mmm..." she murmured.

As Hermit's body neared its breaking point under the weight, a glimmer of hope emerged. She shifted ever so slightly, granting Hermit a small window of opportunity to escape from the oppressive weight that had entrapped him.

"Wreeeeeee! The moment! The moment is here! Hermit shall seize it! Master! I won't be crushed! Hermit will break free!"

Desperate to free himself from her weight, he managed to crawl out from beneath her, inching his way toward her head. He hoped to evade the danger of her rolling back onto him and once again trapping him underneath.

"Gotta... gotta escape! Can't let her smush me like a rotten bug! I'll be squished flat, I will, I will!"

With each inch gained, Hermit's panic escalated, his voice rising to a high-pitched squeal, "Move faster, Hermit! Faster! Gotta avoid those deadly rolls, must be nimble like a sprightly squirrel! Or a flying frog! Yes, that's it, a flying frog!"

However, just as Hermit neared Suzuka's chest, his escape plan took an unexpected twist. In her slumber, Suzuka instinctively wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into an unintentionally tight embrace. Her enhanced strength, far beyond what Hermit could fathom, turned this seemingly comforting position between her bosoms into torment.

 "No, no, no! Not again!" he yelped, feeling her grip tighten, squeezing the air out of his lungs.

"Master! Master, mercy! Can't breathe, can't breathe!" he gasped, his voice barely a wheezing whisper.

Hermit found himself caught in the vice-like grip of Suzuka's arms and his head between her breasts, her embrace akin to that of a powerful bear clutching his feeble body threatening to squeeze his insides out. Each breath became impossible as her arms constricted around him, making it increasingly difficult for him to catch his breath. The pressure intensified, and his fragile body was pushed to its limits.

Hermit's hushed and feeble voice cried out, "Master... please... release me... I can't... breathe." But his pleas fell on deaf ears as she slumbered on, unaware of the torment she inflicted.

In the midst of his desperation, Hermit succumbed to a frenzy of panic in a final attempt to break free. With all the strength he could muster, he sank his tiny teeth into Suzuka's skin, his feeble jaws clamping down in a desperate bid for freedom.

"Raaargh! Let go! Let go, you vile giant! Hermit's teeth will pierce your flesh like hot coal! Grrrr! Unhand me, you wicked enchantress! I'll gnaw through your bones, I will!

 His legs flailed and his tiny hands wobbled as he kicked and punched, his frail body giving everything it had. He looked like a wild cat in an unwanted embrace. 

"Ghraaa! Let Hermit go! Hermit will be good! Hermit will be quiet! Just please, release Hermit!" he pleaded, his words coming out in desperate gasps.

"Ghraaa! Maybe... there's a way out... a hole... a crack... Ghraaa!" he mumbled, trying to find a shred of hope.

But as the reality of his predicament set in, he knew that he was trapped, with no way out. "Ghraaa! No hope... no escape... Hermit is doomed... Ghraaa..." he whispered, his spirit breaking under the weight of his despair.

Suzuka remained blissfully unaware of his struggles. Her deep slumber shielded her from feeling even a hint of his attempts to fight against her embrace. Hermit's kicks and punches were nothing more than feeble gestures, their impact too insignificant to disturb her tranquil sleep. His claws scratched and scraped against her hands, but to her, it was like the gentlest touch of a feather.

As Hermit's frenzy subsided, exhaustion consumed him. He realized the futility of his efforts, a realization that brought both frustration and resignation. His feeble body trembled, begging for precious oxygen. He had exhausted every ounce of strength, yet Suzuka's grip remained unyielding.

"Ghraaa! Trapped... like a hunted rabbit... no escape... Ghraaa! Hermit... can't breathe... can't move... can't..." he gasped, his body succumbing to the pain and exhaustion.

As he fought against her unyielding embrace, the lack of precious air began to take its toll on his fragile body. His vision blurred, darkening around the edges as his consciousness wavered. In a final surrender to the overwhelming strain, Hermit succumbed to the suffocating grip, his feeble form growing limp. As the last flicker of light faded from his eyes, his head slumped down, and his body became a lifeless shell, drooping like a discarded ragdoll in Suzuka's merciless embrace.

The night waned and the morning light broke through the window, casting its gentle glow upon the room where Suzuka finally stirred from her slumber. As her eyes fluttered open, she discovered Hermit lying sprawled right beside her, his form curled up into a pitiful ball.

 His scrawny limbs, now limp and lifeless, were huddled close to his chest in a feeble attempt to shield himself from the world. His pathetic body was wrapped in his own massive, meaty ears, like a fragile cocoon of self-preservation. In the midst of his vulnerable state, he sucked on his thumb with an intensity that echoed through the room, filling the air with the rhythmic sound of his relentless self-soothing.

In a hushed tone, he mumbled in his sleep, "Uwiee.. Uwiee.. Everything's... swirling and spinning... Make it stop!" he moaned, his voice wavering between pitiful whimpers and maniacal giggles.

 "Grrraaaa! Thumb... My precious thumb!... Only you... can save me... from the madness! So sweet... so comforting!"

The rhythmic sound of Hermit's suction filled the air, like an orchestra of indulgence. It was as if he had unlocked the secrets of divine-tasting food and drinks in his dream, and now his thumb provided the heavenly elixir.

 Joyfully, he continued to suck, biting and licking his thumb, savoring every imaginary flavor that danced across his senses.

But the dream took an unexpected turn. In his blissful state, Hermit's imagination led him to envision a succulent piece of chicken meat. In his mind, he became a ferocious predator, tearing into the tender flesh with voracious hunger. His biting became more intense and frenzied as he simulated the act of ripping and tearing at the imaginary feast.

Suzuka, mesmerized by this spectacle, watched as Hermit pushed his fist deeper into his mouth, seemingly testing the limits of his own jaw. A mix of fascination and perplexity filled her gaze as she wondered just how far he would go in his dream-induced frenzy.

As Hermit continued, his gnawing, and biting became more and more violent. In his mind, the chicken meat transformed into a formidable adversary, and he fought against it with primal ferocity. With each ferocious bite, he imagined himself triumphing over the imaginary feast, tearing it apart with his teeth.

Suzuka, both amused and amazed, observed the spectacle unfolding before her eyes. She marveled at Hermit's unwavering commitment to his dream quest, even as he pushed his fist deeper into his mouth. 

With each forceful bite, Hermit's muffled growls echoed through the air. His tiny form wriggled and contorted, fully immersed in the dream battle that played out in his mind. The intensity of his actions took a toll on his fragile throat, and he gagged with a terrible scream that echoed through the room. 

"Ghhreeeee!"

With a burst of force, he spat his clenched fist out of his mouth, propelled by the sheer magnitude of his gag.

Hermit's imaginary battle continued, even as he lay on the bed. Energized by an imaginary surge of adrenaline, he flailed about, imitating the motion of running. His limbs thrashed and kicked in a frantic display of wild exertion.

Rolling to the other side of the bed, Hermit's movements took a peculiar twist. Seizing hold of his own feet, he contorted his body, bringing them closer to his mouth. With a sudden twist, he managed to insert his feet into his gaping maw, his tongue lashing out with unbridled fervor. Violently, he licked and bit at his own feet, each motion more intense than the last.

His jaws clamped down with frenzy, his tongue lapping and lashing against the skin of his own feet. 

Suzuka, observing this bizarre spectacle, could hardly believe her eyes. She watched as Hermit's actions reached new levels of absurdity, captivated by the sheer absurdity of his self-inflicted frenzy. The room filled with the sound of his vigorous licking and biting.

In an even more ludicrous turn of events, Hermit's dream took a comically absurd twist. The chicken he dreamed about began to fight back as he was feasting on it.

As he continued to indulge in the act of vigorously licking and biting his feet, he added an extra element to his performance. With each bite, he unleashed a synchronized series of kicks, launching his own feet toward his face.

His legs contorted and flailed, propelling his feet with impeccable precision. His tiny body became a whirlwind of motion as if engaged in a wild acrobatic routine. With every bite, his feet flew through the air, connecting with his face in a comedic display of self-inflicted kicks.

Suddenly his elongated tongue wrapped around one of his legs and effortlessly pulled it toward his mouth. With an almost supernatural ability, he began to suck on his own foot, as if it were a delectable treat meant only for his enjoyment. The rhythmic sound of his sucking filled the air.

"Uwieeee... Mmm... My thumb is my comfort... my salvation... my only friend... No one understands... no one cares... only my thumb knows my pain... only my thumb can save me..."

As the seconds ticked by, a sense of tranquility washed over Hermit. His frenzied movements gradually subsided, replaced by a serene calmness. The act of sucking on his own foot became a form of comfort, a moment of peace amidst the chaos of his dream.

Suzuka, momentarily startled by Hermit's comedic antics, watched as he settled back into a serene slumber. Her gaze softened as she took in the sight of Hermit's vulnerable state. A mix of emotions washed over her, a blend of concern and understanding. Carefully, she reached out with a gentle touch, brushing her fingers against his trembling form.

With delicate care, Suzuka cradled Hermit in her arms, lifting him from the bed. With every passing moment, Hermit began to stir from his slumber, his vision gradually clearing from the darkness that had engulfed him. Confusion mingled with relief as he found himself wrapped in Suzuka's caring embrace. The faint taste of his feet lingered on his lips, a bittersweet stinky reminder of the comfort he had sought.

Suzuka held Hermit gently in her hands, his sleepy mumblings barely audible. He questioned her, still lost in the haze of half-consciousness, "M-Master... is it already morning? Is Master giving Hermit a hug? Showering Hermit with precious affection and care? Will Hermit finally receive a loving embrace from Master Helen?"